The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 259 Holding the Hand (2)
Reaching out to push the window wider, the husband and wife looked up at the vast and dark night sky filled with falling snow from the window several feet square, and watched the small ice slags falling from the sky slowly grow larger. After a while, it turned into pieces of goose feathers and heavy snow, falling overwhelmingly...

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year, I hope next year will be a good one!" Su Xiazhi murmured.

In ancient times, farmers depended on the weather for food. No matter how much hard work they put in, what they relied most on was good weather.

Su Xiazhi has been in the ancient times for a few years, watching spring planting and autumn harvesting every year, the view of farmers in her previous life has changed a lot, living among these people, she has gradually blurred the difference between herself and them.

"Closed it? It's a bit cold in the house." Although the newly renovated main house has been replaced with a kang, the fire in the backyard has been extinguished when they fell asleep. Now that the window is open, the house will be cold soon. down.

"En." Su Xiazhi nodded: "Why am I not sleepy tonight?"

Embracing the lady and stretching out his arms to close the window, Min Lansheng helped her to sit down, wrapped the quilt tightly around the lady, and ran out naked.

Lighting the oil lamp on the table in the outer room, he ran back breathing heavily, took a set of clean inner clothes and put them on, and then put on the outer plain cotton robe leisurely .

Xiucai loves beauty very much. In the past, he always refused to wear cotton gowns because he thought they were bulky.Su Xiazhi saw his careful thinking, and cut two cotton gowns for him in the tailor shop as soon as this year's autumn. The body is as thin as a jacket, but it is extremely warm!
As soon as the new robe was put on, the scholar fell in love with it, and felt that the lady was so thoughtful that she even took such a small matter to heart.

After putting on her robes, Min Lansheng opened the door and went to the backyard.

After a while, Su Xiazhi felt that the kang sitting under her buttocks became hot again.

"The kang is still burning at this time, don't you go to bed?" Su Xiazhi said to the scholar who just came in from the outside with a chill all over his body.

"Didn't the lady say that she is still sleepy, so let's not go to sleep." After the cold air on her body dissipated, Xiucai approached her, picked up the lady's underwear scattered on the kang, and pulled her out of the quilt To help her put it on.

"I'll do it myself." It's okay to be black and blind, now that the brightly lit naked body is exposed to his sight, Su Xiazhi will still feel shy.

Min Lansheng looked at her with a smile, but didn't let go, one dress after another was confidently put on by the blushing lady, then bent down to put on her shoes, and then took her hand to the outer room: " Didn't the lady buy a lot of red paper, let's write blessings and Spring Festival couplets."

"Okay!" The scholar's proposal immediately ignited the enthusiasm in Su Xiazhi's heart. Thinking about the days in his mind, today is the 27th of the twelfth lunar month. According to the folk custom, the word "Fu" will be posted on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. Now it is the right time to write it!
Min Lansheng opened the door again and ran out. After a while, she came in with a pot of hot tea, and saw the lady standing by the table bending over to cut the red paper.

"Last year, my lady fooled my husband once, and said that I asked him to write a blessing and paste it at your house, but you posted it on the door of our yard..."

Su Xiazhi raised her eyelids to look at him: "Is it beautiful?"

"Ah?" Even the scholar couldn't understand the madam's endless words.

"I mean, weren't you very beautiful in your heart at that time? Maybe you would secretly scold me: This shameless..."

"How can there be such a thing!" The lady guessed right, as if she had witnessed the situation at that time with her own eyes, Min Lansheng naturally would not admit that she scolded her, and denied it solemnly!

Cut out a few square red papers of different sizes, Su Xiazhi first took two and put them on the desk: "I'll grind it, you write, your handwriting is beautiful, I said so last year, this year I still say that..."

Picking up a big script wolf brush hanging on the pen stand and dipping it in enough ink, Xiucai handed the pen to Su Xiazhi.

"Why do you give it to me? I can't write well." Su Xiazhi didn't want to answer it, but he forced the brush into his hand!

"Xiucai, I'm not being polite, it's really not good at writing! You should write it." Holding a pen and making gestures on the paper a few times, Su Xiazhi decided not to waste the paper.

"Sit down, lady." Helping her to sit on the chair in front of the desk, Min Lansheng put a piece of red paper upside down, and then he stood behind her, bent down and pressed the paper with one hand and grabbed her pen with the other. The hand stopped on the red paper: "Let's write together..."

Su Xiazhi was hugged in his arms, holding her breath, quietly moving along the paper with his movements, not daring to move a little bit.In the ear is the sound of his even breathing, which is gentle and long...

That is the instinct of a scholar as a literati. As long as he is facing a pen and paper, he will become extraordinarily quiet, and every movement of him will also have a kind of natural elegance.

Su Xiazhi watched the word "Fu" on the red paper gradually appear stroke by stroke under the two tightly entangled hands, she was fascinated by it!

Sheets of red paper were laid out on the desk by Min Lansheng. He held his wife's hand and sketched them with all his heart. Before he knew it, there were many blessings, large and small, on the table behind him.

"Look, lady." After writing the last stroke, Xiucai took the brush in her hand and put it on the inkstone, and picked up the letter of blessing that was still wet on the desk and blew on it: "I think this year's letter of blessing Only then will it be complete... From now on, every year, we will write these..."

It's snowing outside the house, the house is quiet and pleasant, and the room is filled with the fragrance of tea...

A heavy snowfall had no tendency to stop by dawn, and a thick layer of snow had already fallen in the yard of Min's house.

Opening the door early in the morning, Min Qinglan was immediately blown out of sleep by the cold wind blowing in her face. She looked up and saw several footprints walking side by side in the yard.

"Lan Sheng and Xia Zhi went out so early?" She opened the door a little wider, poked her head out to the main room outside, and her eyes were instantly reddened by a row of brand new red blessing characters!

Min Qinglan pushed the door out and stood alone in the middle of the large and empty courtyard, carefully looking at the newly pasted blessing characters. The elegant and handsome handwriting was clearly written by Lan Sheng.

"That's not right!" Just looking at it, Min Qinglan suddenly felt something strange, and the handwriting that was so familiar at first glance turned unfamiliar: "This...is this written by Lan Sheng?"

(End of this chapter)